Ask For It by Selena Blake Page A

that rich honey voice, and touched her…she lost all her reservations.
    Thankfully the waitress brought out two plates heaping with spaghetti, fat meatballs and a delicious smelling red sauce. Otherwise JJ might have done something very unladylike.
    She pounced on the food, thankful to have something to distract her. He chuckled and after several long, tantalizing seconds extracted his hand from between her legs.
    “We’re going to have to get you over this shy thing,” he said, reaching around her for the salt. His arm brushed her breast and she wasn’t sure if it’d been accidental or not. Didn’t matter. Her nipples were standing at attention, practically flagging him down.
    “I’m not shy. We’re in a public place.” She told herself that, but the place was deserted. “You need to go sit over there.”
    “Why?”
    “Because I find you incredibly distracting.”
    “Really?” He leaned in close and caressed her thigh.
    “Trevor,” she said in her firmest tone.
    He threw his head back and laughed. When he had sobered, he glanced around the restaurant. “Would it matter if I told you we have the place to ourselves?”
    “How do you figure that?”
    He shrugged those massive shoulders.
    “Oh my god, you didn’t get them to close for us, did you?” She’d heard of celebrities and star athletes doing such a thing.
    “Sort of.”
    She gave him a well-spit-it-out look.
    “I own the place, all right?”
    “You own…” He owned a restaurant? But…
    “I’ve been eating here since I was a kid. When Antonio needed help, I had the resources to step in.”
    He said it so casually, like it was no big deal…
    “But…you own it?”
    “He can make mean meatballs, but let’s just say he’s not the best with business management.” He smiled and she could tell that he was really fond of Antonio. “I have someone manage the business. He has the cash flow to keep making great food. Win win.”
    Something inside JJ melted. He hadn’t bought the business to make money. He’d bought it to help out a friend.
    “I bet you get free meatballs anytime you want, huh?” She twirled her fork in the pasta.
    “Mmm huh. It’s good to own a restaurant,” he said with a satisfied grin.
    She took her first bite of meatball. So many delicious flavors hit her tongue she groaned. “Lord, that’s good. Like the best meatball I’ve ever eaten. I—”
    She shut up as he forked another bite into her mouth. Eyes locked with his, her lips closed around his fork. No man had ever fed her before and she had to admit, it was really sexy. Especially when she felt a smidgen of sauce slide down her chin and he was right there to gather it with his finger.
    “You’re distracting me again,” she whispered. Not that she minded. Not really. If he kept looking at her like that and touching her so sweetly she would sit here forever.
    “So tell me about you. I know you’re a crack shot writer from Atlanta.”
    “There's not much to tell.”
     
    Trevor didn't believe that for a minute. She was deflecting. And he wanted to know what made her tick.
    “What do you like to do when you're not writing articles?”
    “Well, there's what I like to do and what I actually do,” she said, stabbing another hunk of meatball. He had to crane his neck to watch her eat but loved the sight of her lips closing over the fork. After five years and more dinner invitations than he could count, she was finally sitting here with him. Eating at his favorite spot in the city. Close enough to touch…
    “Tell me both.”
    She smiled and reached for her water glass. “I flip houses with my brother Greg. That keeps me pretty busy outside of work. But when I'm not painting or picking out cabinets and counter tops I like reading, hanging out with friends and family. Boring, normal stuff.”
    She flipped houses? He got a quick mental picture of her in a tool belt and nothing else. Damn, that was hot.
    “There's nothing normal or boring about flipping